"Hmm, let's go over now!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Long Xian'er naturally had no objections, and the two of them walked into the mountain cave together.
Their speed was fast. No matter how thick the toxic mist was around them, in front of Zhang Xiaohao and her, it was just like decoration, never able to cause them any harm.
Unlike other cultivators, even if aided by the Poison Dragon Pill or Lesser Poison Dragon Pill, they needed to operate their cultivation technique, using spiritual power to create a spiritual power barrier for protection, or deploy defensive magical artifacts to securely guard themselves. Besides that, there was no other way.
Of course, if there were those not afraid of death, it wasn't impossible. Not long away, even with the aid of the Poison Dragon Pill or Lesser Poison Dragon Pill, they would turn into a puddle of thick liquid under the pervasive poison.
About fifteen minutes later.
